“Neat store!” a young man said as he looked around. Kaliope smiled as he looked around at the joke products. He ran a hair through his short brown hair as he glanced at the shelves. He picked up what looked like a small round piece of rubber. “BeBall.” He said aloud as he read the label on the display box it came from.

“Oh, that’s fun. Swallow it to see it work.” The clown said.

“Swallow it? It’s rubber.” He said.

“No, It’s candy. Well, sort of. It tastes like cherries, if I recall. It’s fun, I promise.” She said.

He looked at her oddly, then shrugged. If it was candy, and free, who was he to turn it down. He put it on his tongue and indeed tasted cherries. He then swallowed it in one gulp.
“Not bad. Not really much of a treat though.” He said as he walked towards the desk. He then let out a burp.

“Excuse me.” He said. He then felt his stomach rumble. It was an odd feeling, as if his stomach was inflating slightly. He looked down and saw his belly push out, lifting his shirt up. He shot his gaze up at the clown, who smiled at him.

“It’s working!” she said gleefully.

“Working!” he gasped as his stomach blew up, growing outwards rapidly into a taught round ball of belly. His short lifted up to his chest as his belly surged.

“This is not possible. What’s happening?!” he shouted.

Swiftly, his body began to change shape as his legs seemed to belt into his growing form dropping him to the floor. He moved forward, and slid out of his pants and boxers leaving him nude from the shrinking waist down, but oddly, he had no genitals. They had seemingly melted into his form.

“No!” he gasped at the realization that was now genderless. He looked down and watched his arms fold into his rounding form, flattening against his chest, which was turning a pale white color, as was the rest of his skin. His feet pressed into his round form, and his butt smoothed out, leaving him almost perfectly round, except for his head.

His yead then began to change, pulling into the ball, melting downwards.

“Ahhhhh!” he shouted as he felt his features flatten against the ball shaped thing he was becoming. Once he was flat, he began to roll around on the floor, his shirt fitting tightly on the round form. Kalliope walked over and picked up the beach ball sized man, and took the shirt off, revealing a painted on cartoonish parody of a clown jumpsuit that covered him, except the area where his feet were supposed to be, which looked like the bottom of very large clown shoes. His hands were in gloves, and his face began to take on the white tone of the skin. He felt his nose changing shape, rounding out into a big red ball, and his face tingled as artistic designs filled in.

He then felt his whole body shudder in the girl’s hands as it began to shrink. He gulped, not sure what was happening now as the world grew larger, including the odd clown girl who he thought was harmless, but was now regretting his initial thought of her.

“Oh, it works perfectly. Chuckles will be happy to hear that. Sometimes products don’t do what they advertise at all. This one worked great.”

“What did it do?” he managed to ask, his lips still moving somehow.

“ BeBall. It made you BE a BALL.” She said. His whole form began to feel odd, as if it were hardening. He felt hollow inside, filled with naught but air, and it felt better than he would liked to have admitted.

“I’m a ball!” he gasped.

“A big rubber ball!” she said “For kids to play with. You look so cute as a rotund little clown. Now let’s see how well you bounce!” she said.

“No! Please don’t do that!’ he said as he felt her let go of him. He closed his eyes, dreading the fall, but when he hit the ground, he felt himself jump back up in the air. It felt…great. Exhilariating. He liked it.

“Oh god.” He gasped as he hit the floor again and bounced even higher. It took his breath away, and as it did, his mind began to tingle. He liked this so very much.

“I love to bounce.” He said. “Of course I do. I am a ball now. Bouncing is what I am made for. Wait, what?” he said. His brief moment of clarity was knocked out of him when Kalliope took him and spiked him off the ground, watching him head towards the arched ceiling of the store.

He began to lose himself in the rush of emotions he felt as he soared through the air. Bit by bit, he was no longer mad he was a ball, in fact, he preferred it. It was so much more fun to be bounced around.

She caught him, and looked down at his smiling face, watching his hair turn a vibrant shade of aqua. She knew he was close.

“Well, if you don ‘t like it, I can just spray you with the reversal formula, and you’ll be you again in moments.”

“Turn Back?” he asked.

“Yes.” She said.

“No WAY! I want to stay a clowny ball forever!” he said.

“Done!” she giggled as she took out a wand and tapped it to his head. Tingles flowed through his rubber form, and he felt his face freeze in the smile. He was a ball. It felt right. He loved it. He was going to make so many people happy. He would never stop smiling , and never stop bouncing. She took the ball and placed him behind the counter as she heard the door start to open. The horn honking loudly signaled another customer had arrived.

A young woman walked in and smiled at the store. “Cute” she said.

“Oh hello.” Kaliope said with a grin. “Welcome to the Joke Shop. Can I help you?” she said as she swept the clothes of the clown ball behind the desk.

“Just browsing. Hadn’t seen this store before, figured I’d pop in.” she said.

“Well, can I help you find anything?” the clown asked her. “We have lots of cute products.” She added as she looked the girl over. She was thin as a rail and her red hair was cut short and tight to her head.

“Well, anything of interest I should check out?” She asked the clown.

“Do you like Balloons?” she asked the girl, who nodded.

“Of course.” She said as she brushed a strand of her black hair off to the side of her face. “Who doesn’t?”

“Good question, but I thought you might get a kick out of this.” She said as she ran out to the back room. A few moments later, Kaliope returned with the largest balloon the girl had ever seen outside of parade balloons on Thanksgiving. It was at least the size of two large beach balls, if not bigger.

“This balloon is filled with a special kind of helium” she said as she let go of it. It floated up in the air, but didn’t go all the way to the ceiling, it just sort of floated in mid air, hovering.

“Oh wow, that’s really cool.” She said as she poked the balloon, sending it moving slowly across the room. Kaliope caught it and then smirked. “Want to see an even cooler trick? You know what happens when you inhale helium?”

“Yeah, your voice gets all squeaky.” The girl said.

“Right, well this does more than just that. Well…It’s hard to explain, you should just try it for yourself.” The clown said as she untied the end of the balloon and held it shut. She waved the girl over.

The girl shrugged and put her lips around the hole and felt a wave of helium rush in and she did her best to inhale it. It made her feel light headed. She took the balloon from her lips and handed it to the clown, and then felt something entirely new. She felt herself lifting off the floor.  She was now hovering about a foot off the ground.

“Neato!” she said, hearing her voice which sounded like her voicebox had shrunk. She looked over to he balloon and wondered what more helium would do. Kaliope was one step ahead of her and handed it to her. “Try to take in a bunch. That should be funny.” The clown said.
She took the balloon to her lips once more and deeply inhaled, taking in as much as she could, and then more, and even more. Soon she drained half of the balloon’s helium and felt her body lifting up higher and higher. She felt something in her mind telling her to stop, but she didn’t want to. It felt great. She pulled it away for a moment and spoke.

“If I drained the whole thing, would that be bad?” She squeaked sounding like a plastic toy more than a person.

“No, I think that’d be extra silly!” Kaliope said, knowing the girl would not be able to resist. She floated at least four feet off the ground now, hovering.

The girl began to inhale more, her skin turning a shade of pink that was almost like bubblegum. Her hair turned a blue-ish color as it popped out into a curly afro.  Her nose rounded out at the tip into a small green ball, and her ears began to grow larger. She simply kept inhaling and with one last deep breath she attempted to suck the last bit of helium out of the balloon, only to have the entire balloon suck inside her, causing her to swallow it. She thought she would have choked, but for some reason it went down smoothly.
She looked to Kaliope who simply wore a huge grin. She looked down and saw she was at least five feet off the ground. She then felt strange all over, and suddenly her whole body began to inflate and stretch. Her pink skin got a kind of rubber sheen to it as she expanded out and into the size of the balloon.

“Woahhhhh” she said. She didn’t seem upset or scared, just shocked at her sudden spherical inflation. Her body took on a more blimp like shape. Her legs and arms are swallowed up by the growing form, leaving her round except her head, hands, and feet. Her feet began to expand and grow, getting longer and wider. Her hands also grew larger, her ring and middle fingers on each merging together. She flapped them and floated forward a bit.

“I feel light-headed” she said with a faint laugh.

“That’s to be expected, Blimpy.” Kaliope said to the girl. She grinned when she noticed the name stick.

“Well, duh, I’m full of hot air, of course I’m light headed.” The girl said. She was now a floating blimp of a clown and she controlled her movements with her large paddle like feet and, and used her hands as well. With a push from Kaliope she was sent towards the portal, and vanished into her new life.

“That worked wonderfully. I shall have to tell Chuckles that.” She said as she slid behind the counter.

The door opened swiftly and the horn honked and in walked a young man. He looked amused at the store’s décor. “Nice place.” He said.

Kaliope smiled. “Thank you. My boss put a lot of hard work into it.”

“It’s a little…well, childish, though.” He said.

“Well, some appreciate that look.” The clown said. “Do you think I am childish?” she said.
“Not with those curves.” He said, attempting to flirt. She ignored it with a smirk.

“Well, why don’t you browse the shelves and tell me if you find anything you like. I may give you a child’s discount.” She laughed.

She smiled and did some doodling on a piece of paper as the man explored the store. He looked at every shelf, admiring the gags and toys and different items.

“Speaking of childish.” He laughed as he held up a blue juice box.

“What is it?” she asked, squinting.

“It says it’s called “Silly Little Boy” and will give me the energy of a “clown child”” he said with a laugh.

“Well, maybe you could use it. Go on, it’s on the house.” She said.

He smirked and took the little plastic straw and poked it into the box He placed the straw between his lips and began to sip. The look on his face said he was surprised by the flavor and was enjoying it.

He wanted to remove it and tell her thanks, but he was compelled to keep sipping away.
As he did, his height began to shift, growing smaller and smaller with each drag of liquid he sucked into his mouth. He felt it, but his mind paid little attention to it as he drank the delciious drink. Kaliope saw him disappear behind the shelf he was taller than a moment ago and decided to wander over and see what was happening to the now little man.

He felt his limbs shrinking into his body as everything youthened. Body hair sucked in except for that on his head, which became a blight blue mop  that desperatly needed trimming. His skin turned pink and white formed around his eyes and lips, as he took on the tone of an Auguste clown. His nose grew larger and longer and turned blue like his hair and his lips turned a bright shade of red as three stars appeared on each cheek.

He was now a six year old clown boy, his feet growing larger as he slipped out of his now grown up clothes. Kaliope saw this and chuckled.

“No Nakie Boys today!” she said as she waved a wand in his direction and his old clothes flew back onto him, shrinking and shifting to fit his new form better.

“Woah, that drink did make me feel like a clown boy.” he said with a smile, revealing a few missing teeth. “When does it wear off?”

“Well the youth part will wear off in about twelve years. The clown thing, who knows.” she laughed. He smiled. The big lady had made a funny joke. He liked her.

“Hey, I have something you might like, little man.” she said. He followed her over to the counter, skipping as best he could in his new shoes.

She took out the round ball with the former man, now a clown, smiling on it. She handed it to him. “A gift from Chuckles and Me, little guy. Now go play.” She said as she pointed to the portal to Clowntopia. He giggled and ran off, taking the ball with him. The ball simply felt happy he was going to get to be played with.

Before she could even get back to the counter, the door opened again.

“Busy day.” She sighed with a smile as she turned around and saw a girl, around the age of 25 enter the store, wearing baggy black pants, a black t-shirt with a skull on it, and her long black hair down to her shoulders. She looked around and gave a pained look.
“Ugh.” she said.

“Something wrong?” Kaliope asked.

“It's very colorful.” the girl said with a tone that suggested she was not into the pretty colors that decorated the store in excess.

“Well, we cl....here at the store like the array of colors. Sorry if it displeases you.” the clown said with a friendy smile.

“I suppose I am just a grump, but I really think they look tacky. No offense.”

“None taken.” The clown laughed. “Well, what brings you into the shop?” she asked.

“My dumb brother came in here a few minutes ago. Sometimes I think I'm the older sibling.” she said.

Kaliope let out a giggle then smiled. “Well, he can't have gone far. Perhaps he'll come back looking for you?” she asked.

“Perhaps. I'll stick around just in case. Anything interested in this candy coated nightmare?” she asked.

“Well..Candy, for one.” The clown girl said. She pulled out a wicker basket filled with plastic green shreds meant to represent grass. On the “grass” were several wrapped candy eggs. “Why don't you have one, on me. Might make your wait go by faster.” She said.

The girl looked hesitant, but then smiled a bit. “I do enjoy a good candy, especially Easter chocolate.”

“Well, dig in. These are some fantastic candies.” Kaliope offered.

The girl walked over and took one, unwrapping the pink tinfoil wrapper around it and discarding it on the counter. She bit into the egg and felt gooey carmel rush into her mouth. It was smooth, creamy, perhaps the creamiest she had ever tasted. The chocolate and carmel swirled together and her tongue felt like it was coated in heaven. She didn't notice her entire body starting to tingle as she swallowed the first bite and begin the second.
Kaliope watched with enthusiasm as the girl’s form began to change. At first the changes weren’t noticible, due to the baggy nature of her clothes, but soon, she could see the girl’s body getting thicker. Her butt was getting larger, wider, and stretching out her black pants. Her belly grew a bit, but her thighs were outpacing it swiftly. It seemed that she was destined to be bottom heavy.

She slurped the carmel out of the egg and finished the egg, and picked up another, not even bothering to ask as she tore off the wrapper and chomped on it. This had a vanilla crème filling that she counted among her favorite treats. Her height shifted downwards a bit, knocking her down to around four foot even, her clothes gaining a bit of their bagginess back in the process. Her belly surged forward, pushing her shirt upwards, and her butt grew even larger. As the two pushed outward, it seemed like they were also shifting downward, rounding out, enveloping her legs down to almost the ankles. Her black pants, covered in pockets, burst as this occurred, shredding all over the floor like so many human clothing items had before. Her panties, also black, held firm for the moment. Her shirt kept pulling up , snuggling under her breasts.

Speaking of her breasts, they did the opposite of the rest of her, and began to pull inwards, shrinking down cup by cup until they almost flattened into her chest, leaving nothing behind, not even her nipples. When this finished, her skin shimmered and began to turn creamy white all over. She finished the egg and reached for a third, making fast work of it.

As she munched on the treat (which had a strawberry filling this time), her head began to wobble noticeably. Her ears grew three times larger, but then her head did something very odd, It began to pull into her neck, and then into her torso, which shifted lower on her now oddly shaped body. Her shirt fell off the top of her head, revealing her hair sitting atop an odd egg shaped body with the face in the middle, still munching on the chocolate. She didn’t even notice as she shoved the sweet into her now larger mouth, Her body continued to expand as another shift downward in height occurred, this time leaving her at about three and a half feet tall, but almost four feet in width. Her panties snapped off, leaving her naked except for her boots, which were seemingly stressed as well. Moments later, she did her best to kick them off as her feet billowed out in size, quadrupling and getting wider, toes getting thicker to accommodate her girth.

She finished the egg and looked up at the counter. She reached with her arms, but found she could not reach, as her arms were pulling in to her body up to the elbow. Kaliope giggled and unwrapped one and placed it in her hand, which had changed as well. She now sported three thick fingers instead of four normal ones. She popped the entire egg in her mouth and began to chew as her nose great longer, like a tube. At the end it inflated into a bit of a ball. The lips surrounding the wide smiling mouth curled into a grin that would never leave, and turned a hot pink. Her eyes got a blue eye shadow that reached up to black curly lines near the top of her large head.

Her hair began to flow upwards and form into a tall beehive, almost reaching her original height, and it turned a vibrant shade of aquamarine blue with a blast of pink running up either side. It curled together tightly like it had been hairsprayed to hell and back. The scrunchie she had in her hair, tying it into a loose ponytail had gotten caught up in the magic and become a head band that rested at the base of the hair, featuring three colorful eggs on it.

“Feeling any better, Pastel?” Kaliope asked, giving the odd clown a new name. The clown smiled and giggled.

“I, like totally do. This is my favorite time of year, such yummy candy eggs that match my loverly shape.” She said.

Kaliope stealtliy waved her wand and strappy dress formed on the girl, the perfect size for her oval form. It was tie-died in color, featuring lots of pastel colors, fitting her name quite well. A pair of oversized flip flop sandles, one pink one yellow formed on her feet, as pastel colors painted themselves on her ton nails and finger nails.

“Well, glad we could offer you some on this fine spring afternoon.” She said. She walked out from behind the counter and gave Pastel a slap on her generous behind, and the new clown giggled and walked towards the portal to Clowntopia in the back room, her beehive swaying as she wobbled side to side.

“I like that one a lot.” The clown bobble-head said. Kal smiled. “Well, tis the season for colorful eggs. I figured she might appreciate colorful things better if she were exposed to them more.”

“Good thinking, Kali.” He said.

“You are too cute. I have half a mind to steal you away from Chuckles.” She said to the toy.

“Oh, no, please don’t. Then I wouldn’t get to observe the new smiles.”

The two conversed all afternoon until the door opened with a honk of it’s horn.